| Yeah | 
| Yeah | 
| Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch | 
| Hustling a long time | 
| Bentleys out side the villas | 
| Rose petals on the sheets | 
| Mints on the pillows | 
| Baby smoked out | 
| Dancing in the mirror | 
| Trying to draw me nearer | 
| But I got paper love | 
| I can’t make it any clearer love | 
| I can’t make it no realer | 
| Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions | 
| I love thumbing through them Benjis | 
| Getting head on the beach | 
| In the drop top Rolls couldn’t match the feeling so | 
| Please excuse me if I keep it moving | 
| I know them big licks just ain’t gon' come to me | 
| So I’m on the hunt | 
| Some people think I’m tripping, think I’m on one | 
| This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans | 
| Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them | 
| Yeah | 
| Yeah | 
| Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them | 
| Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us | 
| Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader | 
| Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it | 
| That fucking money, them haters don’t want to see you get none | 
| They want you on the porch right next to them | 
| Can’t entertain these bums get on your money | 
| Bro you’ll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Get up and get to the paper | 
| Yeah | 
| Yeah yeah yeah | 
| Get up and get to the |